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Life with a separation anxiety dog

I absolutely love dogs. Always have. I used to sit with my grandfather's boxers and read them stories and share my treats with them. They loved me and I loved them. Since then I have nearly always had at least one dog. Ok, this blog isn't necessarily 'science', but it is educational and a good reminder of how life can throw you a curve ball. For the past eight years I have been dog-less. I was back and forth between countries and postdoc positions. It was no 'great' life for me let alone a dog. When I got a tenure-track job last year I put myself (and my partner) on a breeder's waiting list. Separation anxiety This, let's call it a condition, is common enough. Basically, your little pal deve

Prof or hobo: fieldwork fails

Like many, I have done my share of fieldwork over the years. I've sampled in both hemispheres. I've been in big groups, small groups and solo. I have been out collecting in -30 degrees Celsius, simultaneously freezing and sweating while hauling logs through the snow. I've worked in plus 48 degrees Celsius with swarms of black flies that are so thirsty they are trying to suck moisture from the corners of your eyes. I've slept in fancy hotels and a tent that was literally being held together by duct tape and zip-lock bags while it poured with rain. I've been 'stuck' due to flooding twice, waited out a bushfire once, been bogged numerous times and changed several tyres. After a while you think